Request- midtownparker The reader meets Tom at a coffee shop and they end up talking and he is shocked that you are one of the few people who doesn't know he's famous. They exchange numbers and start dating later on.
Y/n sat in a café with a journal and her choice of coffee.
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She began to write in her journal and felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked over and a boy with chestnut brown hair was staring back at her.
She blushed slightly and looked back down at her journal. She tried to continue writing but then heard someone walking over to her. "May I sit here?" She heard and then looked up. It was the boy who was staring at, who is rather cute.
She nods shyly and he pulled the chair out. He sits down and he looked at her curiously. "What?" She asked as he stared, he was watching her every movement.
"I can't help but wonder what you're writing." He said and looked down at her journal. She moved the journal off the table and put it into her lap.
"Have you heard of privacy?" She remarked and he chuckled a little. "It's really interesting." He said and she furrowed her eyebrows.
"What is?" She asked confused and then took of sip of her coffee. "That you don't know who I am." He replied, "Well you never said." She said confused as to what he was playing at.
"No, it's just I'm pretty well known." He said and she snorted a little. "What?" He said laughing a little, "Like I would believe that. It's probably some type of pick up line you use." She replied with a smirk.
He chuckled and pulled out his phone. He handed her his phone to show her his Instagram and she looked at it in disbelief. She saw a picture of him in a Spider-Man suit and it all clicked in her brain.
"Oh, you play the new Spider-Man." She said and handed him back his phone, making their fingers slightly touch. "Yep." He replied and she sipped her coffee.
"I'm surprised you didn't know. Every girl I've met has known, which makes you special." He said and she slightly blushed. She then pulled out a pen from her purse and wrote her number on a napkin.
She handed it to him, "If it makes me that special, maybe we should go out some time." She said and stood up. She put some money on the table and then gave him a little wave.
She walked out and he realized that he never got her name. He looked down at the napkin and it read: Y/n.
